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5469. arkymalarky - 6/15/2005 9:28:06 PM Hey Rick! Bob's nephew's wife and two kids are in Malaysia right now! I wish I'd known you were going and I'd have given you a way to get in touch and say hello to them! 5470. RickNelson - 7/4/2005 4:09:11 AM Hi arky and any who may stop in.
I'm in Sarawak, Borneo, Malaysia. I'm thinking your nephew is likely in Kuala Lumpur, the capitol area of Malaysia, in the West, penninsular part. I'm not planning to go there, we flew in via Singapore and straight to Kuching, Sarawak's capitol.
I have some old poems about visiting here and once wrote about fishing up river, in a Long House called Long Bemang. That is on the Apoh river, up the Baram and by the Tutoh rivers. It takes about six hours to drive a 4-wheel drive truck up the bumpy dusty old logging roads, to get there. We used to go by express boat and we had to travel all day. The truck is very bumpy, but were more together and the trip is very scenic.
I'll write something about it in Escapes. 5471. NuPlanetOne - 7/5/2005 7:22:25 PM
…Geeez Rick. Here I was thinking my trip down to Cape Cod was an adventure. Stay safe and enjoy the moment.
5472. NuPlanetOne - 7/5/2005 7:22:53 PM Dread
Rome is burning.
And the tune I play
In a most clever way
Is a happy one.
As all about me
The forces mount
Impossible to count
Yet I fiddle.
Now looking back
At bygone days
My donkey brays
And I smile.
I should run
Make my retreat
Rush to the street
But I listen.
I strain
But I finally hear
One voice so clear
It is my own.
How can I escape
The voices inside
Where will I hide?
So I wait.
I argue
But the voice is strong
Out side the throng
Grows loud.
Flames
Light the walls
And in the halls
Heavy feet.
I remind the gods
That I once prayed
I am afraid
Still I fiddle.
How much time
The door gives way
They will not delay
My end.
I see now
What I could have done
But the voice has won
I see faces
The fiddle
Is swung at my head
I remembered the dread
Is all.
They drag him,
Bleeding, through the square
As if he could hear,
Dead.
5473. alistairConnor - 7/5/2005 11:06:28 PM Powerful!
Keep fiddling. And fuck 'em. 5474. NuPlanetOne - 7/6/2005 7:43:25 PM thanks alistair.......i fiddle fearlessly, furiously and free. and you're right, fuck'em all! This is my recital. 5475. RickNelson - 7/16/2005 8:21:57 PM I got back the day dogs sniffed explosive powder at the airport.
My flight was about five hours earlier,
I missed all the mess, fear and stress.
Stress enough, to fly twelve hours,
stirred the hours, walking the babe.
Narrow aisle, feet obstacles,
cooing, patting, walking, I fade.
Damn, hate twelve hour flights,
when flying, and time stand,
but not still, yet so very still.
5476. Ulgine Barrows - 7/17/2005 9:54:39 AM Bad omens are everywhere.
Angst-filled poetry that nobody wants to read.
Written by me.
Hey, Tricia. 5477. arkymalarky - 7/17/2005 6:23:08 PM Reading (as always), just not responding (as usual).
I do love it, though, and I've shared this spot with a number of friends. 5478. RickNelson - 7/18/2005 1:41:58 PM Ulgine,
I still dig angst, it's a taste some go for. Slame it on down if ya want to.
5479. Macnas - 7/18/2005 2:05:37 PM Angst eh?
Right about now
I’d push you down a stairs
And jump on your broken body
Right about now
I’d break your teeth
And make you swallow every shard
But that was just a second ago
Not even a second long
Just enough for my knuckles to twitch
Right about now
I’m laughing at your lame excuse
Laughing with you ‘cos you know it’s lame
Right about now,
I forget about it all
And we keep moving on to the next thing.
5480. PelleNilsson - 7/18/2005 3:36:33 PM That's very good, Macnas, very good indeed. 5481. Ulgine Barrows - 8/5/2005 9:43:33 PM That's murderous, not angst, IMO, Macnas.
I should like to be a bride
whose husband died
and left her money
to have the beautiful children
raised in honey
5482. alistairConnor - 8/5/2005 9:46:15 PM now THAT is murderous...
you killed the father of those beautiful children 5483. Ulgine Barrows - 8/5/2005 9:58:40 PM traffic incidents
have nothing to do with
spraying lotion
that glistens the body
5484. Ulgine Barrows - 8/6/2005 2:33:34 AM I hope to find a way with you
And sometimes spend a day with you
I'll catch you as you fly
Or if I'm worth a mother's salt
I'll wave as you go by
-Joan Baez
My son is getting so big, physically and mentally. Awesome! 5485. Macnas - 8/8/2005 11:45:04 AM Disconnect, part 1.
Dragging the brush
Through the tangle
I concentrate but you
Wince and roll your eyes
Looking into those skyward eyes
Green like mine
But big and wide
And young, but not a little child
I get self-conscious all of a sudden
You’re all but tapping your foot
So I hand you the brush
And I say to you:
You can do this yourself
You’re well able now
“I know”, you say
And that’s all.
5486. Magoseph - 8/8/2005 1:37:32 PM And that's great, Mac. 5487. Ulgine Barrows - 8/9/2005 2:13:30 AM Mocassins, part here
floating, flying above the pit
the swirling sewer currents
bother not the feathers
of the lucky birds
secure in their roosts 5488. Ulgine Barrows - 8/9/2005 2:23:32 AM that was to say, I liked it too!
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